Luyện nghe bài hát Buckledownknucklehead

I'm wearing out shoes, making dead tunes, in my bedroom,
with a dead shirt, said i would work, yes i said soon,
Its why I'm lyrics on the tube, while the dude, reading the news, glances over at my phone too,

With bars so heavy everybody anticipate,
besides i them when i want, i even make the paper wait,
i know this tune aint like the others, but its the risk i take,
i see you're saying brother, but i can't relate,

so don't try get me with them dead jokes, it work,
the only time you ever a crease is on your shit shirt,
and likes you,
I just parred your life,
in a hiku,
and i even try too

so why would i act like my a beast,
when the plaque i earned this year is on my teeth,
im not up and I'm hardly famous,
but the sewn up in the craziest places

so buckledownknucklehead, you've just begun,
barely past the starting line stop thinking that won,
got a long way to go, not much time to it,
stop starring at your cos you're about to blow it,

so they spunk their student loan,
been sat back home alone,
and now I've grown, something i never really could have known was possible,
this dossers lost interest on all thats topical and new nights are the sights stuck up in my optical,

i you're not mishearing me, but seriously,
my name is not ed sheeran see, I'm a man going about his own dream,
and it might be likely,
if i stop singing his songs and he stops singing like me,

so me a copy cat wanker,
cos i bait lines
them 8 times,
I'm having a time,
if people don't mine,
they can just fine,
but what you'll hear on the vine, is I'm,

mesmorising, be warned,
redifining, warm,
and all the that comes out of my mouth is like a stormy yawn,
and I've got verbal diarrhoea, you hear,
so if i blow up today,
no way I'm out till next year

so buckledownknucklehead, you've just begun,
barely past the starting line thinking that you've won,
got a long way to go, not much time to it,
stop starring at your phone cos about to blow it,

you can see, as much as me, that lyrically, its a little bit of a difficult time for me, and the won't flow like they did recently,
but see I'm at it again, when I've been focusing my and then i pick up a pen,

see i was to write a hit, I've got to write a load of shit,
a load of shit, but still no hit,
and now its too late,
cos I'm already stuck up in it, see i would go back to uni but my mates are nearly finished, and i love pub grub so much that when i go out a shirt,
i tuck my gut in to look init,

in other I'm getting older,
and yet it feels like something they'd have ya,
but I'm,
level headed but my head is with the stars so I'm guess I'm saying I'm on the same level as are,
cos i to quit,
my said don't,
that makes me an cos my will won't let me

so buckledownknucklehead, only just begun,
barely the starting line stop thinking that you've won,
got a long way to go, not time to show it,
stop starring at your phone cos you're to blow it,